Ayenst a leefe, that lyght ys to blowe,
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To me that am freel of kynde,
Thy myght and power dost thow showe,
As though I myght beres bynde.
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With wyndes ofte I ouerthrowe,
Suche fondyng of the I fynde.
I renne forthe fro rowe to rowe,
Som-tyme before, somtyme behynde.
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I grope as a man that ys full blynde;
But though I stomble, thow folowest me.
A, lord, though I to the be vnkynde,
Yet Parce michi, domine!
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Scribis enim contra me amaritudines, et consumere me vis peccatis adolescencie mee.
Thow wrytest, lord, ayenst me [folio 12a]
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Bytternesse, that I shall rede,
At domesday, in syght of the,
And all the worlde in length and brede.
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That I dyd in pryuyte,
There opynly hit owte shall sprede;
And thys thow wylt full well y-se,
And distroy me for my wyked dede.
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But, lorde, to the I clepe and grede,
As thow art lorde of all pyte,
That day when I shall drope and drede,
Than Parce michi, domine!
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Posuisti in neruo pedem meum, et obseruasti omnes semitas meas, et vestigia pedum meorum con|siderasti.
In a synew thow hast my feet sette,
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With the whyche that I go shall,
And all the pathes thow hast mette
That euer I yede in wey or walle.
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There ys nothyng that the may lette
To knowe my steppes grete and smalle,
Wycked and worse, good and bette,
I wote well thow considerest alle.
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